This morning, I kinda woke up at six in the morning. Not exactly waking up from the bed and doing stuff, but just lying there and having a few episodes of morning siestas.

It's hard to communicate to someone, who's especially close to you, and they seek for your support and approval for something not necessarily right.

Well, enough being all moody. This morning, I had Speech, a class that is supposed to be for First or Second years. I'm doing my final year here in MC, and I'm only starting this class. Nothing extraordinary Daron, :p. Sitting through the class, my heart was pounding, and I felt nervous for I don't know what. Maybe I feel alienated.

Went back to the room and the room was warm, warm enough to give me reasons to strip down, but I didn't feel sexy enough to do so this morning. So, I packed my laptop and here I am in the library passing the time. Will get to my homework later...

So here's the scoop of the morning, I woke up exactly at 5:59 am, 1 minute before the dreadful screech of my 6:00 am alarm. I didn't get up immediately, I rolled around the bed, thought of being sexy, for about 15 minutes. I got up, changed, and took the basketball to the basketball court. On the way, I felt like a total idiot. Well, at least it was early in the morning and the only people around were those jogging on the track. So, I brought the ball to the furthest ring, and started popping some hoops. It was focus, aim shoot! All the way through, but of course the number of times missing the hoop was greater than the number of times I actually scored. I will certainly consider doing this again on Wednesday.

After my little stint with the basketball, I went off jogging/walking. I was still tired from swimming yesterday so I didn't want to run too much. So I was jogging - around the campus, I came to the bend near the nursery, the bend that leads into the monument/roundabout, and there I saw this lady walking towards me. I looked and noticed that it was Auntie, I shan't say who. When we approached each other, I pretended to wipe my eyes, as if I didn't notice her. She, too, started wiping her eyes! Hahahahahahahahaha, when we were near to each other, I said, Hi Auntie! She just stared at me, and I just kept smiling at her. She replied, Parents kau sudah balik kah? Kenapa dorang balik saja? Bila lagi boleh jumpa dorang?

I just walked past her and smiled, and when she was about 10 feet away, I said "See you!" No reply.

First class today will be English Usage followed by Semantics after lunch.

another semester wrapped up. I'm not saying that time flew by, I would want to say that it actually rolled by, every single roll was something worth remembering, the good shit and the bad shit.

It's a new page, and trust me, this new page will be as exciting as the previous. I have some new resolutions in line, reading up books, reflecting on relationships, because some I've found out has no substance at all. I'm done being air, I just need a new start.

I'm not going to mourn over really good friends who have left College, I'll resume life here as it has always been, just because I feel them near me, even now.

I have a new room mate, I'm happy that he moved in, but I miss my old room mate too. I miss him a lot. :p

It took my quite some time to decide whether I was prepared to blog. With so many things going at once. Studies, friends... Friends, yeah, whether they're okay or un-okay, they're all full of crap sometimes, I'm full of crap... thank goodness for carbon tablets.

Some friends, would I call them friends? Well, they've made me realize things, they made me realize that what we have on the outside is superficial, a facade... They appear nice on the outside, but the more they try to hide, the more obvious it becomes. This/these person/people, I don't know how to go about hanging out with you again, you have let your guard down, and I'm not sure if I could look at you in the same light. Seriously, the next time I see you, things will be definitely different. If you think you're the person(s) I'm talking about, I hope you realize quickly, before it's too late.

Well, I love the words "well, actually, nothingness, blow over, ardent yearning for cloudburst, and the list goes on." Another recital down, and hell knows how many more I'll have next semester. One thing for sure, I can't wait to have MY OWN! I am not through with playing for others yet, no worries. I still enjoy playing for people! But I want to feel having my own thing. It's different, totally = this word is lame. Let's have a chronological sequence of the whole evening. May be boring but here is how my evening went. I started getting ready at 4 pm, showered for 15 minutes, ironed clothes and stuff. Amazingly, I still had time to chat and surf the internet. Wished I was actually surfing the sea, rather than going on cyberspace doingbullshit. Just noticed that the pictures are a little too big. My friend is trying to talk to my in Thai right now but he's not making any sense at all. I forget to mention that the picture on the above is me with my newest wardrobe purchase, a barong straight from the Philippines. I paid a fortune out of that, and just found out that a really good friend of mine bought one today for 98% less of what I paid. Now, this is Dinah, who is graduating this year and who is also getting married. I salute this girl for her energy to handle so many big things in a week. The recital started out with the stopping of the rain and the still cool air that lingered at the nave of the church. People floated in like clouds, sesuai dengan the theme of the recital: "I wandered lonely as a cloud." Dinah first sang her four songs, starting off with William Wordsworth's "I wandered lonely as a Cloud." Followed by a German song by Schubert, andthen a Handel's piece, entitled "Oh, had I Jubal's Lyre." That piece is challenging, but Dinah executed it effortless, with all the ongoing, cascading, waterfalling runs. Man, she showed off how much time she's dedicated in perfecting the song. Next was a French song, entitle "Chanson Triste," which I messed up a little because I started the song in G flat minor when it's supposed to be E flat major, most didn't notice, thankfully. Next, were her solo pieces. She did four pieces, and man am I proud of her, proud of her enthusiasm of learning the pianoforte. She came to Mission College with minimal knowledge of the keyboard, but tonight she's shown that she has progressed a million miles. I just am so proud and admire those who really put their time and effort in making something happen, making something work. I shouldn't be writing this with this fabulous post, sorry it may be a little lengthy, but I have to fill in the spaces in between these pictures. I am through with people who keep complaining of the misfortunes they have and even though they have the power to change, they refuse to take any, andi mean, ANY action whatsoever. Okay, a shift in topic, this is a picture of Gerald, my piano teacher, as well as Dinah's, and our vocal teacher, Tanya Anderson. I'm gonna miss all these music events we have every year, since I was here, almost three years ago.

Awoke to drills and unstoppable fire alarms, or whatever alarms you call it, Sunday rolls in gracefully, with the birds twittering and the monkeys in the TV room chattering. Ugh...

I woke up at 8, and simply rolled away into thoughts for about an hour before actually really getting up. Then I met my knight in shining armor, Pappu, whom I went to the cafeteria with for brunch. Met the sexy force on his way back from the cafeteria, and he said there's a baby snake there by the gutter. Paps and I, and Dael and Vivian went to where Lem was pointing, but nobody saw a thing. I think because when Lem pointed to where the snake was, all of us were busy talking to each other and at the same time acknowledging his presence but not exactly paying much attention to him. So much for being sexy.

Well if its not me again and my suggestive template-d blog. Here goes another day, another day of daydreaming and drooling. I will have to try my best to study, study and study. I still have two more classes to study for, actually three: News writing, Literary Analysis and Criticism and Cross cultural communication.

There'll be another music recital tonight, by Dinah Wee, featuring me the wannabe accompanist (someone's cooking in the kitchen right next to my room right now... and it smells damn nice) so till then, I really REALLY really hope that there will be some studying that actually took place. Will include pictures of the recital...

Very happy with Advanced Grammar. I don't have to take grammar deductively anymore!!! Everything else will be inductive... unless I write a book on Grammar when I am old and insane.

well the most amazing thing happened to me, never has this happened to me in my 2 and a half years of being here in Mission College.

I woke up this morning at 6, and chatted with my family as usual, they were going to the beach, so they were wanting to leave early. After our goodbyes, I went back to sleep for about an hour, occasionally woken up by some calls. Initially, I was planning to go to church with Vivian, however, her Amazonian side overruled her maternal instincts, whatever that means. Anyway, I was on the way to church alone, wanting to stop by the cafe first. I met Kishen and Aaron on the way and said my "Hi!" to the boys. I strutted up to the cafe entrance and tried the door. The Damn Doors were locked, and I bet all those eating in the cafe were staring at me. I just waved my hand, and left. I LEFT! UNFED AND DISSATISFIED.

Listen to the song here in my hearta melody I start but can't completeListen to the sound from deep withinIts only beginning to find release

Ohh the time has come for my dreams to be heardThey will not be pushed aside and turnedInto your own, all 'cause you won't listen

ListenI am alone at a crossroadsI'm not at home in my own homeAnd I've tried and triedTo say whats on my mindYou should have knownNow I'm done believing youYou don't know what I'm feelingI'm more than whatYou've made of meI followed the voice, you gave to meBut now I've gotta find my ownYou should have listened

There was someone here insideSomeone I thought had diedSo long agoOh I'm screaming outAnd my dreams will be heardThey will not be pushed Aside or turnedInto your ownAll 'cause you won't listen

ListenI am alone at a crossroadsI'm not at home in my own homeAnd I've tried and triedTo say whats on my mindYou should have knownNow I'm done believing youYou don't know what I'm feelingI'm more than whatYou've made of meI followed the voice, you gave to meBut now I've gotta find my ownYou should have listened

I don't know where I belongBut I'll be moving onIf you don't, if you won't

Listen to the song here in my heartA melody I start, but I will complete

Now I am done believing youYou don't know not what I am feelingI'm more than what you've made of meI followed the voice you think you gave to me